In a bedroom in an unknown location to most, rest a man who looked like he was around his late 20's. Who looked like he was peacefully sleeping.
The man had a defined jaw shape and a straight-edged nose with a symmetric face. His face was back to its normal color.
He was of the mixed race, his ancestry being Chinese-French.
Laying in the middle of the big king-sized bed. With him resting comfortably, it didn't look as large as it was supposed to be. He had a large build. Although he seemed to have lost a few pounds.
The room he is in looked neat, like it is newly renovated, large yet too quiet, except for the chirping of the birds outside.
'Birds?'
Slowly opening his dark blue ocean eyes, blinking until he saw clearly.
The sight of stars greeted him, an imitation of the night sky to be exact. Placed on the ceiling is a realistic mural of the night sky.
He looked at it for a while. It almost felt nostalgic, recalling the memories that he wanted to relive the most.
Sitting down by the edge of the bed by supporting himself up, with his two hands, he looked around the room.
'Was it all just a dream?' it did not make sense how he got here. How was he alive after everything happened?
It was so real, what he felt and what he went through. He had small and big wounds and bruises, healing all over his body. Heaven nor death didn't look or feel like this.
He was alive.
He knew that if he was having a nightmare, it wouldn't be about a childish room like this. He has never saw this room before in his life time and he would never design his room this way.
He slowly felt the soft silk material of the bed, its sheets and blanket being color matching a navy blue color. It had to much color.
Looking around the room, he felt small. He was uncomfortable with such a strange and new place.
Scanning around, he saw three differently designed doors. The bathroom had this childish cursive label that said 'bathroom', The balcony had a French-styled glass door that was slightly opened and, lastly, the brown double door which he assumed to be the one leading outside of the room.
On the right of the bed was a side table with just an expensive-looking lamp on it, and the left one has a similar lamp but it also had a medium-sized humidifier with a scent that seemed to be coming out of it. cherry and vanilla, It didn't feel overpowering, it just felt right, calming even.
He felt so calm to the point it alerted him.
Shaking his head, he needed to stay on trach and know of his priorities. He needs know why he was here? who helped him and how he was... Alive?
'Where am I?' he was thinking of all the rational possibilities.
'One is that I got kidnapped' he inferred.
His surroundings and the current situation, he didn't feel like a typical kidnapping situation. This didn't look like a hospital either. The atmosphere didn't make him feel anxious like hospitals did.
'What they gain from me?'
Examining himself, he looked over his body, seeing his dry painless wounds and injuries wrapped, and dressed in bandages. He concluded that what happened to him wasn't just something he imagined but had actually transpired.
'But who dressed my wounds? The pain is gone. How much time has passed?'
'What is this place?'. Everything felt suspicious and mysterious, making him raise his guard further.
Feeling a sudden sharp pain in his head, he got a little dizzy, He was already thinking too much when he just woke up.
Closing his eyes, massaging his temples in attempt to lessen the growing headache. Trying his best to recall what happened that might've led him to where he is, before he passed out.
He recalls the foreign-looking lady he saw.
Her face is a blur, so is his figure. He's not even completely sure if it was a woman. Even if her body outline told him other wise. She looked small, frail and breakable.
'A dream?'
This person saved him, but why?
Suddenly, the whole situation dawned on him, realizing the possibility of what'd happen after they find out what he'd done.
The person who rescued him realizes that they rescued a criminal. A bomber. A terrorist. what would happen to him then?
'Unless... they are aware of who i'm really.' It made sense.
He immediately got out of bed and walked to the slightly opened glass doors that led to the balcony.
Stepping outside, he felt the cool moist human air from outside.
It smelt like wet dirt and nature.
Walking to the white metal-like fence that offered a few outside, that reached just a little above his thigh.
Overlooking the view, even from afar, it was all isolated. All green. Tall trees were everywhere with no human civilization around.
'A forest?' he's already contemplating plans to escape.
He wasn't fully recovered. If he jumped and escaped from here, he knew he wouldn't last multiple days trying to survive, with his current state. He doesn't even know where he was.
He needed a plan. Being kidnapped and escaping wasn't new to him. And seeing how isolated this place is, it looked like he had a lot of time to plan out what he needed to do, before he was found.
He needed more context.
Exiting the room, he was welcomed by a broad, small straight hallway that was with a interesting pick of gallery, chandeliers hanging from the tall ceiling, lighting up his path, its marble floors carpeted grey. The upper floor hallways overlooked a seemingly fancy living room below.
'Too clean' It all looked so new.
Walking, taking his time within the hallways, looking for clues at every crack and corner. he looked for anything that might reveal to him who owned this house, who brought him here. His possible kidnapper or... savior.
Someone saving him does not make any sense, at all.
Looking out for any painting or picture or any family portrait. Evidence of the human existence that dwell in this place.
Passing through a few paintings that were hanged on some walls, some of them looked familiar like he had seen them before from the internet and galleries. 'A duplicate?' some were not really familiar but it looked like it looked professionally painted. He did not know a lot about visual arts.
Before going down, his first step was to know whom he was gonna deal with before he formulated any plans. He needed to know his possible enemy. Being a criminal means not trusting anyone and playing it smart.
Looking for more rooms other than the other 2 in his wing.
The doors were styled old-fashioned, like those doors in old houses which are obviously heavier and long lasting, made of wood-yet it looked new without any sign of damage or cracks.
Unlike normal peoples' homes. This had a room full of gym equipment, and big boxes assumed had the rest of the equipment for the supposed to be gym, and a two-floor medium-sized library with varying books and a room that had nothing on it, empty while plain walls covered every corner of it.
'Who would need all of this?' It was too much for a average person or people. Well, whoever kidnapped him could never be a simple person in the first place.
And lastly, a navy blue double door on the other wing. It had the same design as the other doors but its color was unique. Assuming that this room would lend him a helping hand in identifying the owner of this place.
He put his ears close to the door, trying to hear something, to know if there was someone that might be inside. Hearing nothing, he twisted its lever handle. It was unlocked.
Entering, he expected the room to have design all over it and have some sort of color just like his did or pictures over it, but he didn't see that. It was just a huge room with a fluffy cream colored carpet on its center, and in the middle was a king-size cream bed. The design was very minimalistic.
The only color it had was the pastel pink with cream combination on the left side of the bed. It had a bunch of woman-looking accessories.
'A woman?'
Thinking wasn't helping t all.
This room felt too feminine for a man. But he shouldn't dismiss such possibility.
Seeing that the door to the walk-in closet was open, he checked further. Noticing the clothes displayed, he finally found out some clues to who might own the house.
The closet was full of luxury branded clothes, designed for a lady, with different styles, but was mainly dominantly black, white, grey, and cream oversized hoodies and pajamas that looked very comfortable. Some ladies dress hung on one side and varied in colour. Some big labeled boxes and bags were on the floor, unopened.
Few men's clothes were on the other side of the closet, which consisted of polo shirts. The side of the closet was also dominated by black-colored clothes.
'A couple in their early 20's the too late thirties' telling by the clothes it was a possibility, closing the closet he then walked out of the bedroom.
'So it's not just a woman'
Walking down the hallway he found the stairs that, seemed to be connected to another wing of the house.
Choosing to go down the stairs, the rooms in the 2nd floor didn't say enough to who it might be.
He decided to go down. Walking down the steps along the white marble stairs holding the cold metal railings painted black, he led to the great room. It was lit up by a bigger, different chandelier. The stairs led him into a drawing room.
He can't even think of a person who might be living in such a place. He wondered what they would look like and be like, would their taste in what surrounds them share such a resemblance?
He had always been a cautious and careful person, he just didn't expect that when he bombed the ship Daniel Spellman would be there, as a captain.
He already sensed his plan going astray when he realized Daniel was sending another crew member to observe and follow him.
Daniel was suspicious of him, rightfully so.
Daniel was his classmate in high school. He was generally one of the nicer kids. He always treated him like a human, unlike the other children did. Daniel knew some things about his past and life. His anger towards people like himself who believed they were above the law.
When Daniel saw him on the ship, he approached him and reminisced about their teenage days.
He was always trying his best to be nice to him, people like him repulsed Aziel. Privileged people, got away with nearly everything.
When he finds out who this person is he doesn't know how to feel about it. Furious or grateful? What will that gain him? No. What will saving him gain them?
Two steps above the ground, he overlooked the living room. He wasn't sure what to call it. It had the touch of minimalism in it and at the same time, extravagant, a mix of it. The accessories felt extravagant, especially the Greek goddess structure standing in one of its corners. There was artwork everywhere.
On the side of the stairs was an open door to the gallery that is connected to the foyer and kitchen.
The interior was mainly cream and grey. A touch of color was uncommon except for art-related works.
"He can't know, absolutely not" a soft voice of a woman is heard, getting louder and nearer. She was walking towards his direction.
"It's better than facing a nationwide investigatio-" The woman who is holding her phone suddenly halted her phone when she saw Aziel walking in the hallway gallery.
She put down her phone and gave him an awkward smile, not knowing how to react, to the sudden interruption.
Scanning the girl who was wearing a comfortable-looking grey hoodie that had just reached to her mid-thighs. Showing her fair, toned, tall legs. Her blonde wavy hair reached in her upper chest. Her face was bare with makeup or accessories except from her glasses that framed her grey eyes. Her round and full cheeks and celestial nose and pink cupid 's bow lip sat on her heart-shaped. She was stunningly attractive.
She looked like she was at home.
He was unaffected by such beauty and looked at her with his hard stare. At the same time there was a speck of curiosity, his blue eyes then bore into her grey ones.
Waiting for her to give up somewhat of a reaction first. To scream or shake in fear. Anything that indicated her motives towards him.
He waited and waited as he bore his glare at her.
He wondered if she knew what truly happened, if she only found him by chance in that ocean. Would she feel threatened and turn him in? Even though it sounds unbelievable that she saved him for a good deed.
'Who is she?'